Ace Bandages Binding Novels & Stories

He got the bondage and wrapped it around Alexander right shoulder. "And it's done." Ash said as he putted his things on the medicine kit and turned to look at Alexander. Alexander was checking the bondage on his shoulders as he was still slightly wincing on pain. When Ash was done putting his things on the medicine kit he placed them on his table and turned to look at the man beside him.

With my back to him, I heard him pick up the rope and unwind it. He asked, “Is this what you want? Bondage?” “Yes.” He began by looping the long rope around my chest. When knotted at my breastbone, he split the rope and wrapped it tightly around my chest. Like a stiff bustier, it kept me from taking a big breath. Next, he wound my arms into the matrix, binding them to my sides. I focused on his eyes as he pulled the end of the rope across my back and around my arms. Working like an artist, he wrapped and tightened it, so my front chest expanded, and my back arched. He continued looping the rope around each arm in this way so that the knotted rope became sleeves that bound my arms to my sides

A gasp slips past my lips when the hook of my bra snaps open, the material falling from my shoulders and onto my lap with ease. “Put your hands behind your back,” Ace commands gruffly, his voice low. Swallowing hard, I do as I’m told. My core is throbbing and in desperate need of attention or some goddamn relief because this is too much. A slightly rough material closes around both of my wrists, strapped down by what sounds like Velcro. I try to pull them apart, but whatever is secured around them doesn’t allow much room for movement, forcing my shoulders back. Ace’s fingers brush over the base of my neck before a similar material is wrapped around it, secured by a Velcro strap. My heart ham

"I don't like being bound by bandages. Take them all off!" "Your Highness, you were injured by the vines, and you have many wounds. You've lost a lot of blood, and the bandages on you are for stopping the bleeding," the doctor explained. I've applied a hemostatic ointment to the bandages. It will help your wounds heal faster. Please bear with it for a little longer, and we'll be able to remove the bandages soon." Hearing the doctor's explanation, I felt quite curious. Kral was injured by vines, and it seemed quite serious?

When the area was clean, Yoshiki covered it with a cloth and applied firm pressure without letting go for five minutes. He checked to see how deep the cut was and knew he didn't need to do stitches but the muscles of the leg that were damaged would take at least 10 days to heal, but until then, it needed to be bound tightly. After applying a thin layer of the antibacterial cream, he placed a piece of gauze and wrapped a bandage over it to make sure it would not come undone when he moved around. This time Yoshiki made sure to check him over before finally packing everything away into its rightful place.

"He's got invited to join this year's selection." "What was that all about?" I finally asked when we get passed the entry point. Trees were lining up on both sides of the concrete road, creating a huge canopy of leaves above us. "Nothing." He smiled, an obviously fake one. "Listen, Entice. Once you get to the Academy, make sure to never take that necklace off." "Why?" "It's for your own good, Ice bear. And if anything happens, don't hesitate to give me a ring." Speaking of ring, I didn't have the chance to shoot more questions when George's phone rang, his boring ringtone made me cringe. How many times did I tell this old man to pick a new ringtone?

The pain in her abdomen was getting unbearable. “H..help..me plea.please.” She managed to say to Lucia who hissed at her. Nora ran out of the kitchen into the main entrance which led to the staircase. Lo and behold she saw Annie on the floor; a few steps away from the staircase, with her arms around her belly. She ran to her and crouched beside her. “Oh My God, Blood.” She said in shock as she discovered Annie was bleeding. The pink nightdress she was putting on was stained with blood.

Instead, she stood to help me get dressed. “You know, you’re lucky. If the Binding hadn’t forced your body to compensate for shock, you might have lost them.” “The Binding?” I asked, obviously confused. She nodded as she tucked me under the white thin sheet of my exam bed. “The Binding does a lot more than what the original Accord members thought. I don’t know where it comes from. It wasn’t addressed back then and I never asked. The first ones are long dead. It’s old magic. Older than vampires. I don’t fully understand it. But I have seen it before. It relies on the bond to provide sustenance. Did you feel it while you were separated?”

Every breath makes the rope shift, rubbing, teasing without mercy. Marlowe watches, transfixed, lips parted. When it’s her turn I repeat the pattern—but I add a twist. I bind her arms first: wrists crossed in the small of her back, rope winding in a box-tie (classic takate kote). Elbows drawn close together until her shoulders strain and her chest thrusts forward involuntarily. The harness follows—diamonds marching down her sternum, framing her heavier breasts until they’re presented like offerings, rope biting just enough to leave faint red welts that will darken to purple by morning.

Amanda didn’t raise her head up, until she heard Aaron voice. “Dress my injury” he said for Amanda to immediately stand up and went to bring out the materials to use. He raised his hand up while she cleaned and dress his injury. “Don’t tie bandage around me” he said for Amanda to just place the cottonwool and stick it to his skin with the little bandaid. “Am done” she said for Aaron to drop his hand down. “What are you doing in my room?, seems I have given you too much opportunity to do as….